Oki…a friend just told me that what´s growin inside this rather large tummy is an alien.
I started protesting…then i stopped. He could be right.
Just look at all the sympoms:
* I gain weight
* I have cravings after strange things (pineapple and cinnamon!!??)
* I cry when i watch sappy toiletpaper commercials with a little white lamb
* I worry about EVERYTHING (where did the cool go???)
* I stop working when my working day is over (yes Stu..its true)
* I getting….soft. Yes people…it´s true. Im being all nice and gentle. True misery.
Life in general is good. I´m on crutches and can move around the flat at a resonable speed.
The stairs down are a tad too big of a challange quite yet so i´ll work from the sofa for another few days. I´m getting loads done which feels wonderful.
Flowers has arrived from loved ones (THANK u Mrs&Mr Herrin + Amy, Thank u Mum and Dad). There is a mystery bouquet without a name on the card…and the only one i can imagine ( and i have checked all possible senders) is my Fab Mr.Manager. Haven´t gotten hold of him today..but it wouldn´t surprise me if it was him.
Update on flower mystery later on.
Now back to my e-mails.
Until later.